In case you didn't know:
Ludwig=Germany (Doitsu)
Großvater/grandfather= Germania
Gilbert=Prussia
Antonio=Spain
Franny/Francis= France
Hetalia= I don't own
"Ludwig!" Looking up from his book, Ludwig gazed at his aging grandfather.
"Ja Großvater?" his grandfather rarely bothered him in the middle of the day like this.
"I want you to go check on your brother for me." Gilbert? Great what had his brother gotten into this time?
"Where is he now?" it couldn't be that faraway... could it?
"Venice, Italy." that'll be a sixteen hour train ride then... "He sent this." another letter from bruder... "Turns out that Spanish friend of his had an episode and, well, you know Gilbert..." Antonio...?
"Fine. I'll get packing." maybe he'd be able to finish his book on the train...
Gott verdammt, Gilbert why must the younger always be responsible for the elder...
No matter how much grandfather complained about the 'technology of the future' it sure was helpful when Ludwig stepped off the train in central Italy and realized he had no idea where his brother was.
"Gilbert, it's me, I'm in Venice now, where are you?"
"Ludwig...? What the hell are you doing here! Where's the old man?" just answer the question...
"It's partially your fault, you're the one who sent that letter, we know you a little better than you think we do. Grandfather sent me to make sure you don't do something stupid. Now, where are you?" Ludwig was quickly loosing patience with his elder brother...
...
Two hours and forty-five minutes later of arguing and yelling at one another over the phone, Ludwig finally found his brother.
"Gilbert... this doesn't look like a very safe house to live in..." it must have been well over thirty years with no kind of yearly care... and was it just him, or did he smell mold...
"But it's cheap!" yes, until we get the hospitable bill from when the roof falls in on you...
"How's Antonio?" that was part of the reason he was here after all...
Gilbert's face fell. "He's been out for a long time..." a desperate attempt to cover up his dispar. "But he'll be fine, it would be totally unawesome if he died, and Toni's to awesome for heaven anyway!" oh Gilbert...
"Yeah, I'm sure he'll be fine..."
Well... this is awkward...
"Why don't you come sit down with me and Franny? Have some coffee!" well, his trip had been a long one...
"Okay... and Gilbert?"
"Ja?"
"I missed you."
Spazzy, annoying, headache that he is...
'You're still my big brother...'
Okay... Ludwig will admit that maybe... this wasn't the best idea...
His older brother was a headache by himself, add one of his equally annoying friends...
And, of course... the only... awake... member in the house had to be Francis... damn French pervert... couldn't keep his wondering hands to himself...
But, Ludwig could stay calm... he could... it... it just took a lot of effort...
His brother had thrown himself into the chair next to Ludwig while Francis took the wall, leaning against it with his arms folded across his chest.
Gilbert and Francis talked about anything and everything... except, of course, Antonio.
Ludwig decided to just... stay very quiet and still... maybe they wouldn't try to drag him into their... inappropriate... conversation...
'Not that much longer... Antonio'll be up any minute now... check up on him, lecture Gilbert, go back home... you can do it.'
"Antonio!" Gilbert's cry brought Ludwig, quite forcibly out of his inner pep-talk.
Seeing the Spaniard leaning against the door frame forced Ludwig to his feet as his brother and French friend rushed up to their third... Gilbert had always been a good friend...
Ludwig stayed at the table, not even trying to make heads or tails of the three-way conversation taking place... it would just worsen his headache.
"Toni! You remember my little bruder Ludwig, right." the cloudy, confused look in the Spaniards green eyes cleared and Ludwig almost suggested they take him to a doctor to make sure he didn't have a concussion...
"Little Ludwig? No way, he's too big!" no, never mind, he's fine... great, now there's three of them...
"I know, he's growing faster than a fucking weed!" Gilbert! Gott, his brother never grew up. Ludwig felt his face grow red as he rolled his eyes. "Apparently Großvater sent him here because neither of them think I can take care of myself!" that would be because you can't...
"Your granddad isn't pushing up daisies yet?" Ludwig wouldn't be here if his Grandfather was dead... neither would Gilbert... despite how much he complained about their father's father...
"Hey! He's a German, through and through! He ain't kicking the bucket that easy!" Oh boy... Ludwig could feel another headache coming on...
"Bruder..." Ludwig sighed, when would his older brother learn?
Ludwig was about to reprimand his brother for his inability to just grow up but was cut off...
Heavy pounding, and a broken sob, frantic, exhausted...
Ludwig felt his insides rolling... this wasn't going to end well...
Francis was leaning against the door frame that separated the kitchen from the hallway that led to the front door so, he pushed himself off the wall and disappeared around the corner and Ludwig felt sick.
Just staring at where Francis had been, Ludwig heard the door creak open and some utterance in French that he wouldn't even pretend he know how to translate... and a call for his brother.
Trying to calm himself, Ludwig breathed deeply, and glanced nervously at Antonio who sat across the table from him.
Ludwig could just make out the muffled demand to know what was going on-
...
Gilbert liked to swear... it was just in his nature... but Ludwig had never heard his brother utter such a long string of curses... and so softly...
Ludwig could hear a voice whimpering... almost dog-like... and slowly rise in intensity, and quickly becoming hysterical.
Okay, enough tension.
Pushing himself off his own chair and politely excusing himself, Ludwig moved towards the door where he could figure out just what was happening, really, if these two couldn't handle answering the door-
No way...
Fuck!
A/N: Dostiu fic! this was so much more work than I thought it was gonna be...
I started writing, like, five times, deleted all of them... some scenes took three takes and it was just all around a long day... this took me hours...
But: its finished! 2013 July 3rd, to be posted 2013 July 4th Happy B-Day 'merica!
I hope y'all enjoy reading this. I love Germany but I never thought he'd be so hard to write ^^;
Show some love for my effort so I know it ain't all in vain and I hope y'all have an awesome America day
Ja ne (see you)